Stupidity at large,
the living lives of the dumb and the fool of the mother who gave birth to him.
Without a home of their own, without that mother they allude so much
to in the distance or upside down.
Scorn of the days
where no one is crazier
than a misunderstood man,
nor as sane as when they believed his first truth.
Nonconformist
wastes in his mistakes
the passing of the clock.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
